Welcome to the world of onliners
Who are really off lines
In that
The narrative sequence of cyberspace
Is disconnected continuously.
The thread leaps
From apparent to dishonest into convolution
and returning through principle to the centre of nothing which is
spacious, roomy and illdefined.
This is clockwork:
The threat of stagnation within the knotted
bundle of threads that must remain liquid in order to transmit the
stuff of being information.
Fear the iceage when the brain rigors and
freezes into spastic rigidity. Information overload will dismember you
if you have not learnt to dance in an overabundance of
stimulus.
Be the spazzer and the gurney. Botox are not
powerful enough to prevent expression. It will come out somehow.
Possibly in your odour.
Become conduit
By alert observation and acceptance of
ebullition from within
Ka Pow kA PoW
The question here is
To the group
Which is really eternal
Being connected
As we are
By wires and junk and optical oddysey and a
common use of toothpaste between us
And back through time in gene coding I am
copied from that first useful sequence
As indeed are you.
(if you don't believe me
look in my eyes
if you can find where they are)
and forward through time?
Into infinity
By dreaming
Endlessly
Of ourselves
Only every for ourselves
And through ourselves.
If this doesn't become the endlessly fluxing
recoil of history into tommorow's humanity I don't know what
will
The question to the group is
In cyberspace
Are we lovers or friends?
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